#imdrowning
...ARGH! Hence the title...
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXV)
Spent, ere the fragile chance to what? avail,
Look how blue skies warm in dawn's welcome, whence
Don't roll a single word for aught intents
Across my tongue, jist see, and wonder, pale
As howling oer grey heavns' sheer lack, nor scale
Lo, any bit of this or that cuz sense
Drowned late on Monday night where visions dense
With oh, Victorian airs stole off wee bail.
Yes, when I've but a minute to bestir
My pencil for ah, which detail passed through?
I'm swooning sans a voice yet over her--
That girl whom lit'rature FORGOT, cuz ooh!
She was his mistress; won the world as twere
Because of that keen secret: I've naught cue.
12Mar19a
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
Anxiety
In your head,
In your soul,
Your biggest regrets,
Your darkest shame,
It might not even be real,
The thought too,
But anxiety is,
And it will make you fall,
And crumble until nothing is left,
Left to starve of happy moments in its sea of depression and fear,
Its your anxiety,
And it wont go.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC